Tim: *walks into the room to see Jason and Dick hunched over Dick's phone*
Jason: -no a text won't do shit, you gotta call him or it isn't funny enough.
Tim: what are you guys doing?
Dick: oh, Bruce just finished a two week long undercover case where he got shot in three places and he's taking a nap upstairs for the first time in... six days. so we're fucking with him.
Tim: he's so lucky to have you both as children.
Jason: hey we were the first ones he tried 'parenting'. we were the trial periods. we fuckin' earned this.
Tim, sighing: ok what are you gonna do?
Dick: Jason wants to prove that i'm B's favourite, because he's stupid.
Dick: I'M REALLY FUCKING NOT-
Tim: he's right, he isn't.
Dick: THANK YOU- also oi?
Jason: trust me. you call him now and tell him while he's half asleep and hopped up on pain medication that you've killed somebody and need his help hiding the body, he will be there in seconds. he wouldn't let his little golden boy down like that. he'll pay off anybody he needs to to make sure you get off scott-free.
Dick, dialling on his phone: this is so stupid,
Bruce, sounding 3 minutes from perishing, slurring his words and barely conscious: -guh, Dick? i-is this an emergency?
Dick, valiantly putting on the most over-dramatic panicked voice possible: *whimper* B- dad, dad i need help, please,
Dick: Bruce i killed somebody and i need help hiding the body. i don't know what to do. it was an accident but i have to hide it. help.
Bruce, grunting: get Jason t' do it *hangs up*
Tim: does that count as letting Dick down? he did hang up, but like technically he gave him a referral first.
Dick: i'm honestly a little bit offended
Jason: HE'S PIMPING ME OUT FOR MURDER WORK? AFTER ALL THE SHIT HE GIVES ME ABOUT FATALITIES-,
Dick: like does he think i'd call him first? Bruce man, if i call you for help with a body, it's because i've already contacted Jason and he's unavailable. you are never going to be the first choice.
Jason: -THE SWITCHING TO RUBBER BULLETS, THE DISAPPROVAL, THE LECTURES ON RESPONSIBILITY, AND NOW HE'S SENDING PEOPLE TO ME WITH MURDERS?!?!?!?
Tim: i honestly don't know what we expected, when has B been anything other than a massive hypocrite.
Jason, grabbing a fire extinguisher off the wall: well his fuckin' nap's over now, i'll tell you that much-
Dick: Jay, Alfred is gonna get so mad if you do that-
Tim: why would Alfred care about us waking up B?
Dick, chasing after Jason: no he's gonna get mad about wasting the foam- jASON-